OK, so after classes today everyone had their first go at community service, I ended up working with Haibram helping manage two teams of kids. Which mostly meant guiding them to the prearranged community play activities and making sure they didn't start getting over enthusiastic and hitting each other...Made me think of home. Sending a letter over the weekend.
So that part of babysitting actually went quite well. Then came the much more stressful babysitting where the presumably homeless and definitely impoverished child showed up trying to learn how to be a wetworker, and honestly my pulse only just started slowing.
I really should try to reign in my big brother instincts...or actually maybe I shouldn't, maybe that could be what Wet needs right now. I decided to tell him bluntly why we wanted him to stay, and that we wanted to see if the school could help him get to a safer situation. I don't think he's thrilled about strangers butting in on his business, but he seems like he will co operate for a while since he knows he doesnt have to make any kind of commitment. I'm hoping that knowing he can just walk away will make him less likely to want to.
I'm thinking he might enjoy seeing the tournament. Although before that I'm gonna ask him about his dog, not sure who's looking after it in his absence, and i'd feel terrible if something happened to the dog while we had the boy here. After that we need to get more information on Wet's situation to hopefully help people actually qualified make him safer.
It helps to get this down. Dog Check. Tournaent. info. Help child.
My pulse is going up again. How the fuck to actual parents deal with this stress?